Troutrace

Polluted waters
Achievements of our fathers
Nothing but a septic stream
Left to our children to delight in
Who once drank
From the undefiled babbling brook
Now mud covered is his face.

Forced to extinction
By so called creature of god
Using its intelligence
That's turning into a foolness
The waters of flowing stream
Now smelling steel and concrete.

Awaken from the nightmare
That's slowly turning into reality.

The waves grow higher
And the stream is getting wilder
Along the river
Our journey goes on
The winds blew strong
And the trees resounded forlorn
Boat floating further on every pull
Oar on and on, forevermore.

We're closer than we ever thought
The truth's lying here, somewhere so deep
Increasing storm before our eyes
We're about to enter in.

We must oar away
And find the way
Through the haze
Get to the troutrace
After all that we have done
Before it's too late
To nature's decay.

When the world is falling down on us
We're shutting our eyes from it all
When the world is praying us
We turn our backs to it all.

No matter how high is your mountain
How shiny are your stars
When they are made of plast.

We must oar away
And find the way
Through the haze
Get to the troutrace
After all that we have done
Before it's too late
To nature's decay.

And when we arrived
Nothing but a peaty stream
Was all we saw
Left to us to drown in.